Lord Saladin: Commander, we've picked up Ahsa's trail deep below Kraken Mare, behind Xivu Arath's battle lines.

Zavala: Understood. The deputy commander, Saint, and I will set up a perimeter to draw the Hive's attention. Then the Guardian can break through unscathed.

Lord Saladin: The Iron War Beasts prepare to support our assault. Say the word.

Zavala: Keep them in reserve until the Guardian has eyes on Ahsa.

Sloane: Daylight's burning, and she's in pain. I can feel it.

Lord Saladin: I'll find you on the field, Sloane. Hit your marks, and we'll get this done. Move out!

Zavala: Fireteam, check in. I've reached my position on the left flank. I've encountered a ritual.

Sloane: I'm setting up on the right. Looks like a smaller ritual site here too.

Saint-14: Pushing toward the commander's position now.

Lord Saladin: My drop pod is deploying to your location, Sloane. Drifter, you're on Tac.

Drifter: Well, all right. Taken energy's spiking up ahead of you, hero.

Sloane: That must be Ahsa—ahh! My arm! Whatever they're doing, it's getting worse. If we're gonna do something about it, now's the time!

Zavala: Guardian, start pushing forward—as soon as Saladin's pod hits ground, we launch our diversion.

Lord Saladin: Pod grounded. I'm in position.

Zavala: Guardians, strike!

Zavala: Fireteam, report! Saint and I hold the left flank.

Saint-14: It is working! We draw them off the Guardian!

Lord Saladin: Enemy reinforcements flooding the right flank! We're holding.

Sloane: This line doesn't fall back.

Drifter: OK, hotshot. It's all you now.

THE COWARD FLESH MUST BURN. YOUR WORM WRITHES IN PAIN, AS MINE IN PLEASURE. COME AND TAKE IT, WARRIORS OF THE SKY.

Drifter: Found the long-girl. Guardian's almost there. Dropping a ping to the fireteam.

Sloane: Taking fire. Repositioning.

Lord Saladin: I've got you!

Saint-14: They are overrunning our position! Zavala!

Zavala: Drop wards and focus fire on their ritualists! No one gets past us!

Sloane: Is that…? Wait… these rituals… they're trying to Take Ahsa!

Drifter: Keep your Taken pants on. I ain't never seen a ritual our walking tank couldn't smash.

Sloane: Don't hesitate, Guardian—she's relying on you.

Drifter: That's a whole lotta magic, and I bet those Wizards are holding the reins. Get in there, and start breaking things!

Xivu Arath: [screams in pain, then laughs]

Drifter: Every Wizard you put in the dirt makes a dent. Plug away, hero!

Sloane: [pants] Ahsa just got a second wind, Guardian—whatever you're doing, keep it up.

Lord Saladin: War Beasts, DEPLOY! You will take that position!

Xivu Arath: CLEVER, WARRIOR OF THE SKY.

Sloane: Hold on, Ahsa! We're coming!

Xivu Arath: THE COWARD FLESH MUST BE TAKEN.

Xivu Arath: [screams, pants, and chuckles]

Drifter: Last one. Long-girl should be home free.

Zavala: Excellent work, Guardian. Fireteam, check in.

Sloane: Down to a sword, but… Hive and Taken forces routed.

Saint-14: They will not run far. So many Titans; we encircle them like impenetrable walls, ha!

Zavala: Clear your zones, and fall back to defensive positions around Ahsa as she swims back to the Arcology.

Lord Saladin: Consider it done. War Beasts, you fought well. Extra rations for all.

Sloane: What's Ahsa's status?

Drifter: I've got an eye on her, and I'm shipping a transmat beacon your way. Hold onto your boots.